Fearless

This story is dedicated to my best friend Shania! She knows everything, all my secrets, boyfriends (casual blushing). my life! Love you Shania! I'm always here for you babe #MuchLove xxx

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"Just keep walking. You're nearly at class" I kept repeating to myself in my thoughts.

But he spotted me.

"Esmeralda Spotten. Where do you think you're going?" His voice was in monotone, but still sent shivers down my spine. Travis Cutler. The schools player boy. Every girl was head-over-heels in-love with him. But me. Like I said he was a player; slept with over 2/3rds of the girls in our year. I'm glad I was in the 1/3rd that hadden't. We used to be best friends until his 13th birthday, when he realised he could get any girl he wanted with his looks, so he decided to 'dump' our friendship and he seamed to drift away. Since then he never acknowledged me, I was pretty glad he didn't, but in the 4 years we hadden't spoken, I became scared of him. His warm presence left me shivering in the dark now...

"Travis... I'm going to be late for-" He cut me off, running a smooth hand through my long black hair. I tried to avoid eye contact but it was no use, he knew my weak spots. Once done with my hair her ran his hand across my shoulder, down my arm and firmly placed it on my waist. It made me cringe just thinking bout where that hand might have been. My eyes shot up and made contact with his. I sent him the "go fuck your girlfriend" look that I knew he was familiar with. "Breathe Es, I'm not going to hurt you, yet" His eyes slowly looked up and down my body. I swiped his hand off my waist, "I haven't got time for you" I was annoyed because I was 5 minutes late for math. I turned around and walked away, not daring to look back, when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his chest. "Aw com'on babe, you got time" He wrapped his arms around my waist, his hands a little to low from the equator. Right now I was terrified of what could happen, Travis has a reputation, and I didn't want to be his next victim.

But apparently, I was.

He leaned his head over my shoulder, pressing his chest harder against mine. He let out a slight moan of pleasure, which made me squeal. I was smaller, not to mention weaker then him, yet I still managed to break away from his grasp. I turned and sprinted down the hallway, crying my eyes out and praying to God he wouldn't follow me. As I turned the corner I heard him call to me "see ya later babe!" I heard him laugh to himself. I knew I was safe but I still ran. With tears in my eyes I ran straight into someone, that someone was my math teacher Mr.Dayle. He knew the things Travis did to me, well I do live with him though. I know what you're thinking 'why is a 17 year old girl living with her math teacher?' or 'are they having an affair?' or 'is he some perv?' but you're all wrong. My mother died when I was only a few days old, and my father didn't give a flying fuck about me, so Mr.Dayle adopted me when I was 3. He knew I was vulnerable to Travis, but I insisted it stayed between, me, him and Travis. I made him swear not to tell, only if things went to far. And by this point I was terrified that time would come soon.

"Es I got worried, I knew Travis was the reason, let's get you into class, Rachel's worrying about you" he said guiding me into the class room. "Miss Dylon no need to worry anymore, Miss Spotten is okay, but late" he said, his voice a little more stern then what it used to be. I smiled as I whipped the tears from my eyes and sat next to Rachel. It always made me chuckle when he would go from being my 'father' to being your average math teacher in a split second. I don't see why he did it though. Everyone knew he was my father. Well they 'believe' he was my father. The only people who knew my life story was Mr.Dayle, Rachel and unfortunately Travis...

Travis knowing my life story wasn't exactly good. I wanted my life to stay secret, but with Travis' mouth, I knew that was near impossible. We made a deal, my life story says secret, if I give him what he wants. For the first few years of us not being 'friends', as you could put it, all I did was do his homework, but over the past few weeks things got more drastic. He found a new crowd, and no one wanted to get in the way of them. But Travis was center, so no matter who he hung with, any girl would love to get in bed with him. And his crowd put me more at risk, they was all gypsies, like me. And gypsy girls and guys don't get along. That was another secret Travis promised to keep. But since he wouldn't leave me alone and he had his gypsy boys, I was at a high risk of getting pulled. Every gypsy girls nightmare. Girls in my year have seen it before with other girls, they think it's all harmless and a great way to have sex, when in reality it was more like rape and is the girl tries to fight back, it might lead to death. That's what happened to my sister... It was a few years ago after my 'break up' with Travis. It was the same guys Travis hung out with who killed my sister...